If Philip Glass, John Cage, and a half-broken sample pack had a baby in the back alley of a discoteca at 4 AM, this track would be its chaotic yet oddly comforting lullaby. Maybe it's a girl on a walk, still slightly tipsy, looking for her dog, following strange sounds down unfamiliar streets, thinking (just for a moment) there's no place like home.
Classically trained with piano in my youth, I later studied jazz singing. Along the way, I dabbled with the theremin and developed a love for all things percussion and raw, objet trouvé sounds. My influences range from hauntology to shoegaze, dream pop, and soulful indie pop-rock, with a tinge of the beauty of simple acoustic sounds and a dash of alt- R&B soul.